Sometimes it's so close Sometimes you almost can Touch it with your fingers And hold it in your hands It shines like silver It falls on you like rain But you close your hands on air And there it goes again Your mother's blue And your father too It's in the family So where does that leave you? Your eyes are open Your hands are bruised Your wings are broken So what is there to lose? And the sun coming through the trees Is much prettier than The glare of the light on the sea And the sun coming through the rain Is more precious than gold And here it comes again Here it comes again Here it comes again
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